In All Things That You Do, Consider

Wealth Breeds Satiety, Satiety Outrage.

Let No Man Be Called Happy Before His Death. Till Then, He Is Not Happy, Only Lucky.

Watch Well Each Separate Citizen, Lest Having In His Heart Of Hearts A Secret Spear, One Still May Come Saluting You With Cheerful Face, And Utter With A Double Tongue The Feigned Good Wishes Of His Wary Mind.

An Unlucky Rich Man Is More Capable Of Satisfying His Desires And Of Riding Out Disaster When It Strikes, But A Lucky Man Is Better Off Than Him...he Is The One Who Deserves To Be Described As Happy. But Until He Is Dead, You Had Better Refrain From Calling Him Happy, And Just Call Him Fortunate.

Know Thyself. [lat., Ne Quis Nimis. (from The Greek)]